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Like she wasmeantfor it.

She chokes on a gasp, a breathy cry breaking loose from her throat as she clenches tight around me.

It starts slow—thenhits. Her orgasm crashes through her in a shuddering wave, her hips jerking as she comes on my cock, clenching hard.

And then I break.

I come inside her with a growl, cock pulsing deep, spilling everything into that perfect, warm body like I’ve been waiting my whole life to do it.

My hand slides to her lower stomach again, palm spread wide, holding her still as I empty myself inside her.

Every drop. Everyfuckingdrop. Right where it belongs.

I stay there for a long moment.

Inside her.

Breathing her.

Worshiping her.

Chapter 47

Seanna

I’malreadytiredofwaiting.

Twenty-two hours and change into this forced ceasefire, and my skin feels like it’s crawling. The silence is too loud. I pace the living room like a caged animal, back and forth across the black velvet rug.

And I’m fucking done.

I’ve burned through three cups of coffee already. Tried to nap. Tried to breathe. Tried not to think about Javier Reyes and how close I was to putting him in a federal lock up.

Didn’t work.

I got dressed in black tactical pants and tank, even laced up some sinfully soft boots. Now all I can do is move.

Bodhi’s on the couch, lounging like a smug asshole, watching me pace like I’m his favorite form of entertainment. One hand draped lazily over the backrest, the other tapping a slow, infuriating rhythm against his thigh. He hasn’t said a word in ten minutes. Doesn’t need to. His smirk says it all.

Matteo leans against the far wall, arms crossed, black shirt stretching taut across his chest, mouth twitching every time I spin on my heel with a little more venom.

“Something on your mind, little storm?” Bodhi drawls finally.

I stop mid-step, stare at him, deadpan. “You mean besides the part where I’m still technically your hostage and we’re apparently on a fucking spa retreat instead of hunting the man who trafficks girls and drugs?”

He lifts one shoulder, unbothered. “You look hot when you're filled with rage.”

“Do you want your teeth kicked in?”

“Not opposed.”

Matteo snorts. I spin on him.

“And you. You just gonna lean there and brood, or are you planning to unlock the fucking door?”

His gaze slides over me, slow and deliberate. “If I unlock the door, what exactly do you think you’re going to do?”

“I’m going to find Javier. I’m going to make him bleed, throw him in a deep dark federal hole. Then I’m going to burn what’s left.”